Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[Mirth]

"Whatsh thish all meeean?" Tarowyn says to the others in the Fist as the boy puts another glass of wine down before him. The elf downs the glass in one gulp and then lets out a loud belch, "Exshcuusesh meee." The Fist can see his dizzy smile as Tarowyn's head falls forward, banging the tabletop loudly.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

The boy looks in wonder at the three after hearing the description of some of their deeds, "We be never seein things like that sirs...mostly goblins in the Valley...i'm sure you can take thems easy..." He scurries off to fetch the party their drinks.

Moments later, a man of similiar age to Lord Evenwood, draped in a green robe and with long white flowing hair enters. Others turn their heads as he walks between the benches and up to the front of the pavilion to stand infront of the Lord. The old man nods and the Lord smiles in reply. He then walks out without a word.

The Lord Evenwood looks to both Kyrie and Whitney, "Gellen has sent an affirmative message by arcane means to my old, mute friend their. The Crown has accepted our proposal. I suppose we can keep your wedding dress in storage, my Lady..." He takes a swig of wine in a richly carved wooden cup.

"I see." bows to Lord Evenwood, "I see, with your permission, I am sure I should check my quarters for.. a message to me from my father." turns to leave, still solemn but quite clearly to the Fists steppign more lively.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho takes note and excuses himself to follow, bowing gracefully, "Excuse me fellows," he follows Whitney, "Is everything alright, milady?" he says once they are out of earshot...

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney turns to looks to Jericho, still walking towards her rooms. "I'm.. quite relieved to be.. a free woman again, and my.. relief might be misconstrued by his lordship." looks back. "I don't wish to do insult to our host."

 

[Tokiwong]

Whitney turns to looks to Jericho, still walking towards her rooms. "I'm.. quite relieved to be.. a free woman again, and my.. relief might be misconstrued by his lordship." looks back. "I don't wish to do insult to our host."

Jericho places a hand on her shoulder, "Aye milady, whatever little ploy you tried worked well," he winks. He continues to follow her down the hall, walking alongside her, "Besides accompanying you to your chambers is a much more pleasant task, then standing amidst the Lord's knights, and such."

Jericho smiled, "I am relieved that you have not married though, your beauty does not belong in such a sheltered place."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"That is a kind thought Jerichio." Whitney says as she walks down the hallway. "I thank you for those words, they mean a lot to me." looks over with a smile, a bit more wicked than the quiet mage usually uses. "I'm still not sleeping with you though." laughs lightly. "So, keep your temper, ignore the oafish knights in the hall, and with any luck we'll be away soon enough. Who knows.. maybe father will let me keep the dowry that came with my title." smirks.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods, “You worry too much about frivolous things like dowries, and title, why not be your own person. A true man would desire you for your assets, not that which can provide them more advantage. A true man would see the beautiful intelligent creature that you are, and your equally cunning companion,” gesturing to Mist.

“Oh I can hold my tongue more so now then before, these lands are different enough from D’or that I have learned to not be so impulsive and rash. Besides you are not the only one born into nobility and rank,” he winks, and then bows.

“Milady have a good evening,” he takes her hand and gives it a gentle kiss, “be well lovely angel.”

Jericho turns around and returns back to the affair at hand, and takes a seat once more solemn, and serious then before.

 

[Krug]

This wine is rather good thinks Bhartus, taking another sip. *HIC* He looks around the table, smiling happily with red cheeks.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho maintains his composure easing up on the drinks, and making pleasant conversation with the nobles engaging them to see how they feel about the current politcal climate, and the impending war. He tries to steer clear of topics of religion, and refrains from voicing his own opinions, and tries to basically make himself seem a descent, noble, adventurer allowing his pedigree and breeding to hold sway.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn comes out of his stupor for a brief moment, mumbling, "I fink imagonna bee thick," before vomiting all over the table in front of him. "Ahh, that feels much better," the elf says with a dopey smile, before falling over backwards in his chair onto the stone floor with a sharp smack.